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June 9, 1998
Dear Mr. Browne: I see your parenting skills are weak. Weren't you able to coerce Sean into waiting for his 10 year anniversary until he decided to pop the question? Obviously, he doesn't know what happens after the wedding. Life as a bachelor is over as you know it. Just look at me! And what about big Mike. I see that he has taken lessons from Andy "Evel Knievel" Browne with respect to his driving habits. As suspected, Fran still runs the house. Two hundred and seventy four days is a pretty good run at unemployment especially with the U.S. unemployment rate at just under 4.2%. Even the window washers who live under the expressway are collecting paychecks! I love reading The Browne Pages but please do me a favor... put on some 90's music. Not all your readers are brain-dead hippies from the 60's. Satisfy the under 35 crowd too. But then again (aside from me) you probably don't have any friends under 45. I'm rambling because I am tired of listening to the drone of the Doors being played like Musak. I'll have to take a break to drop a hit of acid (antacid) that is. Signed: Mark Laudenslager |